Derk and Rog found some decent, big, dull rocks for smashing elves. Rog’s looked like a
baby sheep and Derk’s looked like a pig.

Rog is nervous. Rog has never smashed anything that wasn’t a rock. Or food. And Rog doesn’t
think Rog could eat an Elf. Rog is pretty sure Derk never has either. And Qatalya? Rog doesn’t
know what not-elves have done before.

We all went back to the elves’ camp and Rog smelled smoke. The blanket covering the cage was
on fire and the elves were trying to put it out.